Gu Qingxiang's rented apartment complex was over twenty years old, poorly maintained, with dim lighting in the stairwell. Add to that the haphazardly exposed wires over the fuse box and the small ads plastered all over the walls, thick with dust—it had the atmosphere of a horror movie.
"The vocal cords on the previous one were damaged, so I replaced them!"
The casual tone of the strange man managed to frighten a woman who was on her way downstairs for a night shift. She paused for a moment and then turned to run back up the stairs.
"Big sister, it's okay, he's just joking with me!"
Lin Baici shouted out; he didn't want someone calling the police and drawing them to the scene, but with his current identity, he wasn't afraid of the police anymore.
"What's that in your hand?"
Lin Baici frowned and sniffed. Ordinary people couldn't smell it, but his sense of smell was now stronger than a dog's; the stench of blood was too pungent.
"A gift for you."
